Archive for April, 2007

Lucky for us, we can depend on others for our Stupidisms

Monday, April 30th, 2007

”Self-reliance will not come by depending on others to achieve it for us.” –Newfoundland’s rhetorically super-heated premier, Danny Williams, quoted in a recent National Post One can hope that this notorious blowhard was speaking with irony. Often in cases like this being there in person would be helpful. One could likely tell from his facial [...]

Dude, the toga interferes with my slapshot!

Monday, April 30th, 2007

Am I the only one who’s noticed something a bit odd about the Ottawa Senators’ logo? Hint: actual Roman Senators wore togas in public and comported themselves bare-headed. They were unarmed. The Ottawa Senators logo, however, displays the head and armoured metal helmet of a plumed warrior. Not even an ordinary Roman soldier, but an officer. Actually [...]

Somethin’ foony for the littow peopow

Friday, April 27th, 2007

Possibly no person (save a few iron-willed prospective saints like Pope John Paul II) is immune to abandoning his most cherished beliefs if a means of persuasion, cajoling, bullying or manipulation can be found that exploits his fatal weaknesses. What might splinter the crusty oaken intellectual carapace that has stoutly defended me against all assaults to inculcate [...]

Living under the forces of infinite tolerance

Thursday, April 26th, 2007

A rueful and wry account of the social dimensions of being a conservative, by acclaimed thriller writer Andrew Klavan in this quarter’s City Journal, caught my eye. It’s all good, but a couple of paragraphs jumped out at me: To rewrite the rules of courteous behaviour [as liberals have] is to wield enormous power. I [...]

Ask for directions before you board, sir

Thursday, April 26th, 2007

Whistler Stupidism of the Day, Part IV: Overhead in a gondola one foggy, humid morning: “I like very much to go ski Wheeslah Mountain. It have many many nice green run.” “Dude, you’re sitting on the gondola going up Blackcomb Mountain. The Whistler Gondola is the one with the big white cabins that say ‘Whistler’ [...]

A handy definition of non-sequitur

Thursday, April 26th, 2007

“But I remind people that precisely because this reputation is hard won, it is not easily undermined.” – Britain’s defence secretary, Des Browne, commenting on his decision to prohibit British sailors selling the stories of their imprisonment by Iran, and on how the humiliation of the most storied navy in history poses no danger to [...]

Two boards good, one board precarious

Wednesday, April 25th, 2007

Whistler Stupidism of the Day, Part III: “Yeah baby! You OWN that T-bar!” shouts boy snowboarder to girl snowboarder. I’d listened to boy snowboarder berate girl snowboarder at length for her reluctance to get yanked up the mountain by T-bar. This is second nature to veteran skiers, who grew up with the things, but it [...]

Did you ever have to make up you mind?

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007

Say yes to one and leave the other behind? It’s not often easy and not often kind but, with apologies to John Sebastian, the concept seems to be lost on many enterprises, particularly independent coffee shops. As we’ve suggested before, the line between the indie java and non-governmental aid organization seems to have blurred almost [...]

WMD, IED, DDT, LRT — What’s the Difference?

Monday, April 23rd, 2007

Welcome to the Whistler Stupidism of the Day, Part II: Several of us are standing atop Flute Bowl, a short hike from the lifts of Whistler Mountain. For some unknown reason the talk turns to mountain gadgetry, specifically headlamps. Out of the mouth of one participant, who shall remain nameless, comes this:“Yeah, I just got [...]

Introducing the Whistler Stupidism of the Day

Sunday, April 22nd, 2007

With suitably post-modern self-regard, we proudly introduce a new series: the Whistler Stupidism of the Day. Could it be an artifact of that wacky Lotus Coast culture? Or is it just that B.C.’s megaresortopolis attracts more than its share of the linguistically challenged? Either way, my several late-season days with Mrs. K. swanning around the slopes and backcountry [...]